Yes, I am typing this on my computer. Yes, my computer runs very slow due to the fucking virus that ate away at its performance and disk space. Yes, I DID get rid of the virus.

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This one's for you, Chic. Love ya girl :)

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"Eiris-" John Morrison called out to his girlfriend before being cut off by his girlfriend.

"Don't you say a fucking word to me, John," she spat at him. "You have the nerve to try and talk to me after you were talking to that slut?!"

"Why are you calling her a slut? Layla's your friend!" John protested.

She shot a glare at the bigger man in front of her. "That's not the point. I saw the way you were looking at her! You practically ogled her with your eyes!"

"All I did was smile!"

Eiris stayed silent. Okay, so what if he only smiled? That doesn't mean she was going to let him win this argument.

"Well… I don't want you smiling at her then!"

John raised an eyebrow at Eiris. So now he was forbidden to smile at people? He knew that she'd get jealous at times. So would he when he saw her with another man and he was in his insecure mood. It was natural. But this was just ridiculous. "Uh, excuse me?"

"You heard me. I don't want you smiling at anyone but me."

"Eiris… why are you acting this way?" John questioned.

"I'm not acting any kind of way. I'm just putting my foot down!" she explained.

John blinked. Was it her time of the month or something? Because she was just being downright unreasonable. Don't get him wrong, Eiris was already an unreasonable person; but this was just a whole other level of things. "You think you're in charge of this relationship now?"

"Mhmm," was her simple answer.

"And why is that?"

"Because-" she started, but was cut off by an intruder.

"Rissi, come on. Our match is next." Layla El's accent pierced her ears.

Eiris shot a short glare at the other woman before turning back to John. "We'll finish this later."


Fifteen Minutes Later

Thank God Eiris was a heel. Looking completely bored and uninterested in helping your partner was acceptable under those circumstances. They'd faced Lena Yada and a Diva from FCW that night. To say the least, the match wasn't rocket science. One clothesline from Eiris and the three-count was underway.

She was walking backstage to the women's locker room, desperately feeling the need to shower. She hadn't broken a sweat, but needed to wash the stress of the night off.

"Eiris! Eiris!" a voice, more specifically John's voice, called out after her.

She turned around and crossed her arms over her chest. "May I help you?"

"What was with you back there? You missed several spots and Layla practically had to punch the shit out of your shoulder to tag you in!" John yelled at her.

Yeah, she would admit it. She acted completely selfish and unprofessional in the ring, but she could honestly care less.

"And?" she asked in a bored tone.

"Eiris, what is wrong with you? Why are you being like this? All I did was smile at her!"

"Well don't!" Eiris yelled.

"And just why the hell not?!"

"Because I love you, that's why!" she blurted out before she had a chance to think. Her eyes widened upon realizing her words, and she turned away from him to briskly walk off.

But John wasn't going to let her get away that easily. He reached out and grabbed the woman by her waist and pulled her against him.

"What did you just say?" he breathed against her neck.

"I'm not repeating myself."

"You don't have to, because I heard you." John stated point blank, turning her to face him properly.

"John, I really don't wa-"

He cut her off with a kiss, holding her tighter against him. "I love you too."

That night, Eiris Hales and John Morrison had professed their love to each other for the first time.


Done, yo. Hope you liked it, Chic :)